He turned around to see a smiling Bethany and a rather disappointedCharles. "How much did you bet on me throwing up, Charles," a curiousDylan asked. "... whole day of working on your farm which includes sometime in the barn cleaning out some of the really old muck," Charlesmoaned. "I'd say you were taught an important life lesson here Charles,never bet against Navy," Dylan chuckled.Dylan turned towards Bethany, made solid eye contact with her, "I amtruly sorry for putting your life in so much. Tired and hungry I wanted to see my family, my wife. Worse yet was when I was home, beginning to relax and a call came. Regardless, we had to attend. That was the life of a furnace man.I was just about all the way out the highway, passing the Fixit Shop on my left when my pager went off, time to find a phone booth. There were no cell phones yet. The call was a no heat from my “good friend” the “Candy Lady” and the old man at the oil heat office was demanding service as soon as possible. “He’s a. Deeper and deeper in to my mouth went this big monster fuckstick until I felt it touch the back of my throat, just as Fillipe expected me to rise, I continued and his big cock entered down my throat and finally stopped when his cum filled balls touched my chin. When he felt his long cock go down my eager throat he let out a low moan, and said, "MMMMM, YEAHHH FUCK!! That feels so good Donna". When I heard that I went to down on my young lover and started sucking and deep throating him like a. " I continue, still trying to gather the courage to state my revelation. "By the time you hear this from other people, the story of how things happened will be distorted. My lover, your husband, he is not the most loyal man." My voice and fingers tremble while opening the bottle of scotch. "Maybe I should begin right from the start.” I take a sip of the liquor letting the burn enter my stomach. “He was charming and sweet. I worked in the floor above him and we would occasionally see each other.